Put some lipstick on
At least your lies will be pretty
A shadow on my face
And us donkeys wake up weary

Sweating and sickly
Donkeys don't allow their tears
No emotion never feel
And drown themselves in whatever

Find some meaning
Donkeys weight cracking a spire

Sweetness bent double
Whole days making polite
Never moving out of turn
Or ever trying to be natural

Those with silence inside
Eyes bare piss holes in the snow
Drained and burnt yellow
And sunk in self-pity

Jerusalem saw off
Donkeys are only left with lies
Are only left with lies

• A Vision of Dead Desire
• Ain't Goin' Down
• Are Mothers Saints
• Black Garden
• Black Holes for The Young
• Bored Out of My Mind
• Buildings for Dead People
• Close My Eyes
• Comfort Comes
• Dead Passive
• Dead Trees & Traffic Islands
• Dead Yankee Drawl
• Democracy Coma
• Donkeys
• First Republic
• Hanging On
• Hibernation
• Last Exit on Yesterday
• Love Torn Us Under
• Montana/autumn/78
• Never Want Again
• New Art Riot
• No One Knows What It's Like to Be Me
• Patrick Bateman
• Prologue to History
• Rp Mcmurphy
• Sculpture of Man
• Sepia
• Socalist Serenade
• Sorrow 16
• Soul Contamination
• Starlover
• Strip It Down
• Suicide Alley
• Teenage 20/20
• Too Cold Here
• Us Against You
• Valley Boy
• We Her Majesty's Prisoners